Shawn Mendes Interracial Imagines (ALL RACES)

"You Can Call Me Daddy..." | Daddy's Little Girl Series

Phangril1 wanted me to write imagines on a certain topic so here it is! Hope you like it sweetheart.

*** This series includes intense sexual content, violence, and coarse language. Read at own risk***

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Y/n 's *POV*

I can feel a huge painful headache, as I slowly open my eyes. My vision is in a blur, as I see only colors. I see vibrant colors of pinks, and purple. I blink my eyes to try to clear my vision, and I see two other people. I sit up and rub my eyes facing them. I open my eyes to see two girls. 

"Who are you? Where...where am I?" I ask them.

"You don't know what happened? You were kidnapped." One of them says.

When she says that I realize that I don't recognize where I am. I'm in something like a toy room, or play house. There is toys, dolls, baby bottles, cribs, and kiddy tables. The two girls are dressed like children. This entire situation screams psycho.

I start to freak out on the fact that I've been kidnapped. I don't even remember how someone took me.

"What! No! What's going on? This can't be happening! Help! Someone help me!" I scream.

"Stop! He'll hear you!" One of the girls tells me with scared eyes.

"We have to get out of here. Help me!" I tell them.

"Don't you think we've tried that before? There was once three of us, then she tried to escape and he caught her. But she never came back." She informs me.

"Did he kill her?" I ask scared.

"We don't know. We've never left this room. We've been here for 7 days." She adds.

"What are you guys names?" I ask them.

"I'm Marlen, and she's Tasha." She informs me.

(A/N : I picture Marlen (Asian), and Tasha (Arab) but you can picture any race for the characters.)

I look to Tasha and she's staring in the middle of space, and she's almost shaking.

"What's wrong with her?" I ask.

"He took her out of the room once and when she came back, she's been like this. She has been here longer than me. I don't know what happened." Marlen informs me.

"Oh my god. Have you two tried to escape?" I question.

"Yes, and he beat us." She answers.

"Why are you both dressed like this, and why does this room look like a child's room?" I ask.

"He has this obsession with child like behavior. I don't really know how to example but he treats us like children, and he'll get mad if we don't act like children too. He doesn't calls us by our real names either and if we don't answer he'll spank us." She explains to me.